Lifter of heavy things, dog lover, academic technologist

I’ve never been particularly comfortable in my own skin. Never liking what I saw in the mirror or felt through my clothes. Always pointing out my own imperfections. I’m not entirely sure when that all started but I was young. I don’t even know why it started but I have some theories. I sit here in the middle of my 38th year and I’m just barely comfortable with this body. It’s such a shame to have lived most of my life feeling ashamed of it. I hope I finally find solid comfort for the remainder of my days. It was be awful not to.